Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominican Republic and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Count Five to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
X-101,
David Axelrod,
Howard Jones,
Bill Near,
Audionom,
The Divine Comedy,
Dennis Brown,
T. Rex,
Michelle Simonal,
Brothers Johnson,
Blossom Toes,
Minutemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minny Pops,
Loose Ends,
The Dirtbombs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Khruangbin,
Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
The Residents,
Visage,
Franke,
Metal Thangz,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Order,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fear,
The Count Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fuzztones,
Radiohead,
K-Klass,
New Age Steppers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker,
Fluxion,
The Mojo Men,
The Tremeloes,
Cheater Slicks,
Mr. Review,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kas Product,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pulsallama,
DNA,
Kurtis Blow,
Ponytail,
Model 500,
The Mighty Diamonds,
One Last Wish,
Outsiders,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Hood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.